Continuing the story
This is a continuation of the story written by ziyang available atZiyang's Blog and also Zente's Blog And of course, you might want to visit the last of my blog here.Um..no love stories there.
This music goes well with the plot, so you might want to listen to it as you read.
六个月后
男
六个月。这一段时间说长不长，说短不短。他找到了工作，也在一个没有她的世界开始了新的生活。他尝试过放弃她，希望能借这段她在国外的时间把它给忘了。每当他看到一对对情侣打情骂俏的样子， 他便幻想着终于有一天能和她在一起。
咳，我到底在想什么啊？想也没用，他走了！！Dude, forget her!
可说道容易，做道难。四年深深的友谊，他哪可能说忘就忘。有些时候他告诉自己，如果真的喜欢她，就因该祝福她。只要能看到她幸福快乐，就算在她身旁的不是自己也无所谓。有人说爱与被爱是世界上最美好的，可他却只求能永远爱她
他也常问自己是否能够一辈子就这样默默的守护着她，看着她快快乐乐的和另一个人共度终生？从他们告别的那天起，心中的矛盾就这样纠缠着他。
天啊！我到底该怎么做事好。我干吗老是这么优柔寡断？我还算得上是男人吗？
过了那么久，他仍然无法摆脱心中的困扰。只是一直把它给抛到脑后，尽量不去想。可这一天，他再也没有逃避的退路了。
手机响起，有封间讯。着么会？竟然是她？这么久没见到她，对她思念的情感一时间洪水泛滥般的流露。他的眼眶亮了。
Hey! How have you been? I haven’t heard from you for months!! I just got back to Singapore. =>
Really? That’s wonderful. You never said you were coming back.
Well that’s because you never called nor SMS me at all. I thought you disappeared!! >(
I am sorry, I’ve been busy lately. That’s why.
Oh really? Anyway, let’s meet up this weekend.
不成！这是约会吗？他愣了，脑袋一片空，不知道该怎么回答。他的确是很想念她，也很想和他见面。 可是。。。就是这么一个空当的可是。。。
Hmm…I am sorry, I am busy this weekend as well. Don’t think I can make it.
Is that so? What are you busy with….hey…are you avoiding me? 就这样一针见血地把他给说中了。
What’s wrong dude?我究仅在逃避什么？
I am sorry…
That’s the third time you said sorry in 5 mins. I don’t care. See you this sat at coffeebean paragon.3pm. I will make you really sorry if you are late.
就这样，他坐在沙发上想了一整个晚上。这是机会吗？与其在这段暧昧的关系中纠缠，不如大胆的跨出这一步，勇敢地向他告白。不行，万一他对我毫无感觉，自是纯粹的友谊那以后怎么办？又是一个结不开， 让大懊恼的结。
星期六
终于到了星期六那一天。他心里也不知道是期待，还是犹豫。不能不去，这样一来她一定会很失望。他也下定了决心，不能再像以前那样妞妞赫赫。今天，就是他向她告白的日子。
约好在咖啡厅，他们就像回到了大学时期，尽情地说着说着。然后。。。
“有一件事我一直藏在心里，没有像你表白”
“什么事？”
“。。。我。。。其实我。。。”
“你老是这个样子，讲话吞吞吐吐的。有话就说嘛。”
她说得对。好！把握机会说啊：“其实我我喜欢你，第一次和你见面就开始喜欢上你了。我一直以为，能一直当你最好的朋友，默默的守护你就够了。可是我压抑不了对你的感觉。。。我。。。对不起”
他大胆的告白，让她愣了。那双可爱迷人的眼睛，就这样注射着他。
她的沉默也让他又开始胡思乱想：“我是不是说错话了。不。我心里怎么想，就怎么说。你说话啊。说你对我也有所感觉。。。我想太多了吧。。。”
她低下了头，似乎想隐满脸上的表情。长长的头发，紧贴在稀薄的双唇，美的如此不藏风尘。以往他们两人总是有说有笑的。如今彼此之间的沉默，使气氛显得十分尴尬。
她呆了好久，什么也没说。可最后还是露出了一个勉强的微笑，然后说道：“你又来了，每次有事没事的就爱说对不起。咳，算了。你说你最近很忙，到底在忙些什么？有没有想我？怎么没有跟我联络？你知道吗，美国可好玩。。。” 她就这样说着说着，一瞬间说了那么多，但却完全没有对他的表白有所回因 。
他的心开始下雪了。。好冷。。“这，就是你沉默的拒绝吗？”
Girl
It has been six months since she left for the states. A new environment, a life that was totally different. She was never the type who assimilates into new environments easily.
It reminded her of the days when she first went to the local university. But back then, there was him. He was always there by her side, always there to pick her up and encourage her in whatever she did. A listening ear, a shoulder to cry on. He was the greatest gift in her life.
All this while, she wondered if her feelings were one sided. They were the best of friends, and yet it seemed like there was something beyond that sphere of friendship; something more beautiful beyond that non-existent boundary, just waiting for someone to take the first step. The same question had bugged her since day one: Beyond this friendship, is there love?
For so long, she had waited. And it seems the only answer she ever got was his perpetual care and concern. The day she left for the states, she felt she finally got her answer. She had to move on.
That’s when she met Zach. They stayed in the same apartment and had much to share over the six months. And who is to say that true love can never be moved. Living under the same roof does make magic. Zach has always been frank about his feelings for her and over time, she too had a crush for him.
So she asked “What about him? Why do I still miss him then? What about Zach. I do like him. Gosh? Is this really possible? Maybe I am thinking too much. Maybe we were not meant to me. Why hasn’t he contacted me for months? Is he already with someone else? Maybe…Maybe…” a million uncertainties.
Saturday Afternoon
Coffebean is crowded as usual. He still remembers her favourite drink. Yes, without the whip cream. He knew her so well. Everything about her, even the finest details seem second nature to him. Thay started chatting. About the good old days, of the time they first met, the grueling hours spent studying together at Macs and the Graduation Ball. And then he fell silent. He looked like there is something he desperately wants to say.
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“What is it? Is it about us?” she thought, praying and yet dreading to find out.
There is something I have been waiting to tell you.
“What is it?”
“I….I..er..actually”
“There you go again. If there is something you want to say, go ahead.”
“To be honest with you, I have had these feelings for you since day one. I always thought that by being your best friend on earth, there is nothing more I can ask for. I just can’t hide these feelings anymore. I..er…I am sorry. ”
She was stunned. Everything came crashing down on her in an instance. She wanted to cry but she did not know if it was sadness or joy. Once, she was confused. Now, she felt lost. Do you know how long I have been waiting to hear you say such words? Why do you only tell me how you feel when it’s all too late? Could it be true that it takes more than mutual love for relations to take flight? Why do you confess only when there is already someone else in my heart? What am I to do now?
“That is so You! You really love to apologize for nothing. Hey what have you been busy with? So busy you couldn’t give me a call? Did you miss me? The states is great fun…” and she went on an on, saying nothing at all.
Her heart sank. A million bubbles of hopes she long held burst into tears. “Are we really not meant to be?”
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